If all things are means, Then means are the end, Our pleasures and pains But a river’s bend; So flow, flow on my soul, Let go . . . once again.
Dreams of greatness are formed by life undigested, The fleeting stuff of souls untested… Who’d sooner sleep in a fitful peace Than leap into Life’s cleansing fires. For there already dwells Greatness uncontested, A Gift beyond time, a Title vested… […]
Have you ever fought with someone over a parking place? Have you ever jumped up to make a phone call to straighten somebody out? Have you ever snapped at a family member? These are moments when you sell your soul. […]